[You can't even break my virus, and yet you dare claim to be Three? Deceptive impostor, shameless!]
An unrelenting accusation blinked on the computer screen.
The bold red letters clearly expressed the sender's rage.
Chad Yakov's pupils tightened, and his fingers holding the mouse stiffened for an instant.
Gazing at the large looping words, his eyes gradually grew darker…
Deceptive impostor.
No one had ever dared to scold him using those words.
Chad Yakov tapped his long fingers on the desktop twice, his mischievous eyes narrowing slightly. Then, his hands swiftly danced over the keyboard.
Before long, a small program appeared on the screen.
Chad Yakov smirked, a wicked smile emerging on his face.
To not reciprocate is impolite.
Since the other party had sent him so many virus programs, he'd see if they were capable of cracking his program…
Chad Yakov compressed the program he quickly designed, and then, following the original path, clicked send.
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